IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria falls for a son of Nemesis.
Or
IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria can't seem pick a side.
Book I of 'Written In The Stars' [Wits] Series
Percy Jackson - Pre Heroes of Olympus
Ethan Nakamura x Fem!OC
Wits - plural n. mental...
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WE MEET HADES, AND THEY LEAVE ME IN THE UNDERWORLD ALTHOUGH I KIND OF FORCED THEM TOO.
The Furies circled the parapets, high in the gloom. The outer walls of the fortress glittered black, and the two-story-tall bronze gates stood wide open.
Up close, I saw the engravings on the gates the scenes of death. Some were from modern times-an atomic bomb exploding over a city, a trench filled with gas mask-wearing soldiers, a line of African famine victims waiting with empty bowls-but all of them looked as if they'd been etched into the bronze thousands of years ago. I used to wonder if I was looking at prophecies that had come true.
I had asked Hades not so long ago, and he said they were prophecies that had come true.
Inside the courtyard was Persephone's garden. Multicolored mushrooms, poisonous shrubs, and weird luminous plants grew without sunlight. Precious jewels made up for the lack of flowers, piles of rubies as big as my fist, clumps of raw diamonds. Standing here and there like frozen party guests were Medusa's garden statues- petrified children, satyrs, and centaurs-all smiling grotesquely.
In the center of the garden was an orchard of pomegranate trees, their orange blooms neon bright in the dark. "The garden of Persephone," I said. "Keep walking."
I had gotten used to the tart smell of the pomegranates. It was an almost overwhelming. If we didn't keep walking I knew one of them would have an urge to grab one of them.
One bite of Underworld food, and they would never be able to leave. Percy pulled Grover away to keep him from picking a big juicy one.
We walked up the steps of the palace, between black columns, through a black marble portico, and into the house of Hades. The entry hall had a polished bronze floor, which seemed to boil in the reflected torchlight. There was no ceiling, just the cavern roof, far above. It looks like this out here but once you go to the rooms, kitchen and office they have roof's.
Every side doorway was guarded by a skeleton in military gear. Some wore Greek armor, some British redcoat uniforms, some camouflage with tattered American flags on the shoulders. They carried spears or muskets or M-16s. None of them bothered us, yet their hollow eye sockets followed us as we walked down the hall, toward the big set of doors at the opposite end. The entrance into the thorn room.
Two U.S. Marine skeletons guarded the doors. They grinned down at us, rocket-propelled grenade launchers held across their chests. They clattered their teeth and I understood them.
"You know," Grover mumbled, "I bet Hades doesn't have trouble with door-to-door salesmen."
"Well, guys," Percy said. "I suppose we should ... knock?"
"Hello, Charles and Buck. My dad here?" Their teeth clattered again.
I nodded my head. He was here. I turned around and face the other three. I was about to warn them when a hot wind blew down the corridor, and the doors swung open. I turned back around and the guards stepped aside.
